So, last night I took my fast acting anxiety med right before Joseph went to visit a friend…
Forgetting that I was supposed to stop taking the fast acting one when the slow, long term medication started to kick in… It wasn’t pretty.
And while I couldn’t stand and was half delusional and more than half unconscious I kept trying to get the baby to stop crying. I kept wondering why he was crying and trying to feed him and I think I managed to change him at some point in time all with no luck.
It was only when Joseph got home and DS stopped crying immediately that I realized he knew something was wrong with me and was “calling” for help.
Every day a miracle. Just amazing, when you think of it… isn’t it?
On a more cheerful note we spent half an hour this morning cuddling with the kitty. DS is getting better at being gentle and, of course, Dusk is still incredibly patient.
Journey towards Modesty 